My Professor - Sex Stories

My Professor

... dripping with water, indicating that he had just gotten out of the shower. "Let me go put some clothes on." He said, quietly, hurrying up the staircase and into a room. The house wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. The foyer was very open; I could see the dining room, living room, and kitchen from where I was standing. "Have a seat, Lacey, I'll be right out." He called from upstairs. I swiftly sat down on the large couch, taking out my anatomy textbook. "Alright. Once again, I do apologize." "No, it's okay." I replied, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "I just have a couple questions." "Shoot." "Why are some women born without a hymen?" I blurted. That wasn't really an important question, but I had always wondered. "It's just a mutation in their genes. It's like how all girls have different breast sizes, the number of egg cells they carry, or the shape of their body." He replied. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes flicker down to my body. "Anything else?" "I'm not really the best at memorization. Any tips?" I asked. "And when I mean bad, I mean really bad." He chuckled. It was the first time I'd heard him laugh. "Have you tried flashcards? Songs?" "Tried them all." "How about labs? Like touch-and-feel activities?" He asked. "I've never really thought about it." I shrugged. He sat down next to me on the couch, and squeezed my bicep. "That's your bicep. It includes various joints like the proximal radioulnar joint." He said. I nodded. "Okay, I get it." "I ...

... don't think it may be the best way to study, but if you have any luck with it, tell me tomorrow." He said, removing his hand from my arm. "Have you had dinner yet?" "No," I replied, sheepishly. "I just ordered some pizza. Do you want to stay for dinner?" I wanted to say yes, but I didn't know what to do. He was my professor, not a friend. "I don't really think that'd be appropriate, Dr. Weiss." "It's okay, Lacey. I don't bite." He laughed again, louder this time. A smirk crawled on his lips, deviously. "Unless you want me to." I blushed bright red, and as if on cue, the delivery man came with a large box of pizza. "A minute late, Hubert. I get this one for free." Dr. Weiss said. A grin had replaced the smirk. "Yeah, yeah, Adam. Knock yourself out." The delivery man hissed, shoving the box into Dr. Weiss's arms and slamming the door. "Hubert's a friend of mine from college." Dr. Weiss said, lowering the cardboard box onto the living room table. "Oh. Where'd you go to school, Doctor?" I asked, grabbing a slice of cheese pizza and sinking my teeth into it. "Yale." He replied. "And call me Adam. Beer?" He offered, holding a brown bottle to my nose. I hesitantly took it, sipping the contents gingerly. He took a long swig of his. "I do this every Friday; sit around, drink some beer, order some pizza." "What else?" I asked, finishing my first slice. "That I can't tell you." He replied, grinning. "What, do you watch porn?" I teased. "And what if I don't?" He teased back. "Everybody ...